Meat Marketers Monkey with Monogamy
Posted by: Soapy Dishwater
Subject tags: society, sexuality, psychology, human behavior, anthropology
on Dec 22, 2008
American dietitians, sex therapists, animal rights advocates, and social anthropologists gave a collective horrified gasp last week when Burger King announced their new body spray for men - Flame. Described as "the scent of seduction with a hint of flame-broiled meat", the Burger King welcomes us to his castle sporting all the furry creepiness of Ron Jeremy, tenderly draped in dead animals, loin enhanced by a strategically placed and potentially phallic fire.

The Burger King marketers have clearly been working in kinky overdrive trying to convince us that burger-belly is the new sexy.
Last month they raised eyebrows with their Whopper Virgin commercials. While the concept behind the Whooper virgin has interesting possibilities, BK chose to present the materials with thinly veiled sexual connotations. And to make matters even more nauseating, the "researchers" patted themselves on the back for expanding the culinary horizons of people who live "really off the grid". Advertising and BK media blatantly ignored anthropological context when pounding home the reactions of Whopper-preferring taste testers. 7-minute Documentary
One thing the researchers said is true. American minds have been marinating in McDonalds vs Burger King marketing for years. Thus, we're all tainted, virginally speaking.

written by rsr, December 28, 2008
Apparently, Burger King has decided to get in on the circus act. Their Creepy King mascot is a dummy-faced mime whose M.O. is to invade peoples privacy to deliver breakfast sandwiches. He has also been depicted as a "reverse pick-pocket," putting money back in a pedestrian's trousers and then wildly fleeing the scene. Absurdity takes no more pure form.
Sometimes the clowns are more subtly presented. Who can forget the old woman in 1980's Wendy's commercials at the drive-thru calling out "where's the beef"?, and now Carl's Jr./Hardee's is using the quintessential sex clown, Paris Hilton, to push their artery clogging products. Let's not forget Sonic's two dopey buddies, apparently designed to appeal to stoners or to the completely brain-dead. No, they don't have to be dressed in conventional clown garb to fit the formula.
Have you ever noticed that ads for legitimately superior products feature real information about how the product can improve your life? Cloaked in the overtones of that observation is the answer to the whimsy of fast food commercials. Personally, I have not eaten at McDonald's or Burger King for more than 23 years, and I can say the same about most of the other burger joints. Imagine the reactions I get from others when I make that earnest claim; they range from amazement to complete disbelief.
It is fitting that Burger King has come out with a beefy fragrance. I imagine that it will enjoy some success among the patrons of products whose messages are most effectively delivered by clowns. Let us look to such products as sources of data, as I'm sure that any measure of their success is a fine metric for the degree of social immaturity in American culture. After all, every kid loves a clown.




